You must be joking I deny Tears are forming in my eyes I'm over-sensitive I'm hyper-sensitized And it makes me feel like I am alive
There's nothing to dislike I don't need lights on my push-bike My light comes from inside Oh yeah, it makes me feel like I am alive
And the winter turns to springtime And the springtime turns to summer We'll discover how we lost another year
I saw you at the embassy We're both crippled socially No worlds collide when we converse We're singing love is a disease, heart is a curse
We wrote "Pavement" on our shoes We stole our biro when we paid our dues We paid our respects We wrote "Confusion is Sex" And on your shoulder bag I wrote "The Silver Jews"
And the ice turned into water And the water turned to gases Steaming glasses on the frosty afternoon
And her lips were warm, her hands were cold I never thought I'd feel this old This isn't gray hair just the first light of a new dawn